User blog comment:Princess of Mousetheives/Creatures of the East RPG/@comment-1298206-20190807224312/@comment-39940417-20190818214803

Trib couldn't answer. His knees buckled underneath him. He knew Redwallers were not trained fighters, and if they didn't go to their aid soon, all would be lost.

He stood then, a new resolve coming over him. He would go, he would fight, even if it meant sacrificing his life.

Tribscut tightened his new belt, thrusting into it his khopesh and a small, plain curved dagger. He picked a finely carved bow and a quiver of blue-fletched arrows off the wall, hanging them around his shoulders. Standing in front of Bluestripe, the young hare soluted.

"What should I do, sah?"